My boyfriend of five years has been diagnosed with stomach cancer.
In order to treat him, I sold the things my mother left me and worked three jobs by myself.
It wasn't until I was working part-time at a bar that I heard him talking about me to others: "Shen Wan, she's just a toy to be teased with nothing to do. Isn't it interesting to give her hope and then push her into the abyss?"
I like it so much, but it's a bit cruel